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[pheasantboy]

Akechi isn't completely unobservant. His face falls. "Ren, you look terrible. Come in, come on."

[flightpen]

If Akechi is saying that, it must really look bad. "I'm fine."

He steps inside. Once he's there, though, he just stands in the entryway, feeling strangely untethered.

[pheasantboy]

But Akechi's not having that. "Take your shoes off and sit down. We don't have to go anywhere. I can make you coffee here."

Alarms may or may not sound in the background. He rests on hand lightly on Ren's arm. C'mon, Ren. He really wants to go to Leblanc, for some reason, but Ren matters more.

[flightpen]

But Ren doesn't move. "Where were we going to go?"

He really hopes he's wrong.

[pheasantboy]

He stares worriedly at Ren, drawing back to fold his arms slowly across his chest. "Well, um. I thought we could go to Leblanc. I miss when we used to talk there, you know."

They haven't, in fact, been there together since Ren arrived.